Chapter 11

If his heart was still beating, Alejandro was certain he would currently be in the midst of a heart attack as wide black eyes- full of terror and disbelief- stare at his reflection. Slowly bandaged hands reached up tracing the grotesque skin- if it could even count as skin seeing as it was mostly muscle- that had once been his cheek only for a finger to pierce through the skin.

For a moment, the blue-haired man just stood there frozen as That was not supposed to happen and Oh Gods, what if he ended up stuck with a finger through his cheek for the rest of his life? Surely the Gods would not be so cruel? Surely they knew he needed that had to make his dolls!

It took the blue-haired man a moment to register he was panicking, Breathe. Its just a finger, Alejandro, all you have to do is slowly remove it. It wouldn't even be that hard- it wasn't as though it was his whole hand. Now that would have been a Nightmare- all he had to do was pull back and then it would all be over.

Gulping audibly, the dark-eyed ex-Arcobaleno decided to treat it like one would a bandage- take a breathe and count to three before yanking it off as quick as possible. It was so easy an infant could do it. What could possibly go wrong? - only to meet resistance.

Oh God, it's stuck!

Alejandro wasn't proud of his next course of action but seeing as he had been murdered, woken up a zombie and now had the possibility of spending the rest of his Afterlife with a hand stuck through his cheek; the blue-haired man liked to think he would be forgiven for the shrill scream that left his throat.

Despite what Jack would later claim, Alejandro would like to make it impeccably clear: he did not faint.

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Jack eventually wins the honor of explaining the Ex-Arcobaleno's situation. For the most part, Alejandro takes it well enough yet one thing still bothers the former Lightning. "There's just one thing I don't understand; I thought the storm was always the Right Hand-"

Jack couldn't stop himself from flinching at those accursed words as his eyes darted around the shadows clinging to the room. So far Jager hadn't materialized but the rouge knew it was only a matter of time before the devil incarnated made an appearance, "Not within this Sky."

Confusion fills dark eyes as brows furrow, "Why?"

An amused snort left the rouge haired Vindice as he flashed an unseen-and rather shaky- smile.

"Jager."

Jager? What did Jager have to do with the natural order of the Sky?

"I don't think I understand."

"Jager likes having control over everything," The rogue states causally as though he was talking about the weather, "When we first met I tried to explain the Natural Order to him and Lord Bermuda. Unfortunately, Jager didn't appreciate my effort," A rather visible shiver rushed through the rouge as he forced himself to continue onwards despite the horrifying memories attempting to resurface, "He tends to resort toward his sadist tendencies should someone attempt to usurp his position as Bermuda's right hand."

"...So Jager has a dominatrix kink?"

"Kekeke!"

The blue haired Vindice couldn't help but shiver as heavy killing intent fell upon his being causing the bones within his body to creak beneath the suffocating pressure. Alejandro could feel the blood leave his face as terrified dark eyes meet amused crimson.

"He's right behind me, isn't he?"

His only answer was the sound of a chain cutting through the air followed by the taunting laughter of a redhead Vindice.

It would take Bermuda six months to find the majority- the blue-haired man seems to have both his legs and his left arm- of Alejandro within the lowest level of Vendicare. Though the man claimed an accident with his wormhole, Bermuda knows the difference between an 'I'm experimenting with my wormhole to test my limitation' accident and a 'some suicidal fool set off Jager' accident.

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"Jager?"

"Yes, Lord Bermuda."

"Please tell me The Vongola Primo is not streaking outside our front gate."

"The Vongola Primo is not streaking outside our front gate."

"Really?"

"No."

A soft groan of misery left Bermuda-It was far too early to deal with that cheeky brat and his antics- as his Guardians continued to observe the commotion from his office's window before the Night Arcobaleno forced his way to his feet, crossed the room and forced the curtains shut. He saw nothing, Vongola Primo was back in Italy- where he should be- with his Guardians not streaking outside the Gates of Vendicare in the middle of a blizzard.

"Bermuda," The Vindice Warden could all but hear the disapproval in Alejandro's voice, "We can't leave him out there or he'll freeze to death."

"Leave who?"

"Vongola Primo."

"Alejandro the Vongola Primo is back in Italy with his Guardians."

"Oh? Then who's streaking outside our Gate?"

"No one. It's an optical illusion caused by the blizzard's harsh conditions."

"Very well. Then you won't mind if I bring the optical illusion inside."

"..." Damn it.

Bermuda could all but see the smirk filtering beneath the blue-haired man's bandages only moment before the other disappeared into his own wormhole; no doubt going to collect the cheeky brat outside.

"Kekeke!"

Jager couldn't help but shake his head as he listened to Jack's laughter while gathering his sulking Lord into his arms. Only moments after he ensured his grip was secured upon His Lord another wormhole opened within the room before depositing Alejandro and the Vongola Primo- wearing what Jager was certain was his Housecoat- into the office. Immediately those orange eyes had locked upon the golden-eyed man's form as a wide smile stretched across the blond haired man's face,

"Bermuda~ I told G you wouldn't leave me out there!"

Though he couldn't see it, Jager could all but feel the 'I'm going to kill you slowly for this' scowl beneath His Lord's bandages directed towards both Alejandro and the blond-haired menace next to him. For a moment, there's a slight blur before the Vongola Primo is sudden in front of Jager, reaching for the small bundle in the golden-eyed man's arm- Crash!- only for a foot to collide with the other's stomach forcing the man away.

Still, the blond doesn't seem affected by the harsh treatment as he all but bounces on the balls of his feet before lunging forward once more with a determined gleam in his eyes.

If he's honest, Alejandro had long since come to the conclusion he now resided within a Mad House- no one here seemed to have a shred of sanity between the lot of them- so its no real surprise to the blue haired man that the Vongola Primo seems to fit in so well.

So he's not all that surprised when the Vongola Primo decides to peruse Jager- in an attempt to reach Lord Bermuda for a necessary 'cuddle sessions' since as The Vongola Primo so kindly put it 'Bermuda's always grouchy so a considerable amount of cuddle therapy should make him happy' - only for the golden-eyed man to twist and spin as he keeps the Night Arcobaleno well out of the other's reach.

Unfortunately for The Vongola Primo neither Bermuda nor Jager agreed with him on the matter. Still, Alejandro found it rather hilarious to watch.

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If one was to ever question the Vindice on how they believed Giotto Vongola would go... well most would claim it would be by their own chains after the brat finally stepped over that last straw. So to hear, Giotto was planning to leave Vongola to retire- was that even allowed?- for a civilian life was rather difficult for the group to wrap their heads around.

'I do not believe Vongola would advance any further underneath my care' while the words sounded sincere, that voice in the back of Bermuda's mind refused to allow him to believe them.

"Alright," Bermuda finally allowed himself to speak; breaking the silence that had befallen the man's claim, "Now that you've gotten all that bullshit out of your system, why don't you tell us what's really going on?"

There was something more going on here. Something the cheeky brat was keeping to himself for whatever reason.

"Nothings going on-"

"Do not lie to me, Vongola."

For a Mafia Don, the brat was a horrible lair once one knew what to look for- thankfully due to plenty of past experience, Bermuda knew exactly what to look for- as he opened and shut his mouth so quickly The Vindice could hear the blonde's teeth clanking together.

"Now start from the beginning and this time; speak nothing but the truth."

The truth, as the Vindice suspected, wasn't nearly as pretty as the lie Primo had attempted to sail them. Death, Sabotage, destruction, lies and betrayal and all by the hands of the brats own Mist Guardian. Bermuda honestly couldn't understand why Vongola Primo still wished to protect the purple haired traitor but looking into their glowing orange eyes the Vindice Arcobaleno knew Primo would not leave until he promised.

"Very Well. I will not touch your Mist Guardian, Primo. You have my word."

The cheeky smile the brat granted him was so warm it almost made Bermuda feel guilty; almost, but not quite enough.

"Alejandro, take him back to G. Oh and Vongola, the next time you decide to streak outside my prison I shall personally see to it that you never leave."

It was only when he was certain the two were gone did Bermuda turn to Jager with a solemn nod. No words were spoken as none were needed; the golden-eyed Vindice knew exactly what to do as he entered his own wormhole. Bermuda- though he wanted to accompany Jager- stayed at his desk listening to the grandfather clock tick as he worked on the dreaded paperwork.

After all, he had given the cheeky brat his word: He would never lay a finger on Daemon Spade. And if an accident did befall the traitorous Mist, Bermuda would honestly be capable of informing the cheeky brat that had no idea how it happened.

Not even a week later, Bermuda would find himself highly tempted to hunt down and murder said cheeky brat with his bare hands when a package from one 'Sawada Ieyasu' seems to materialize outside his office door containing a hand-written book Titled:

An Idiots Guide to Maintaining a Healthy Growing Harem

By: Giotto Vongola.

"Vongola!"

A good century and a couple of decades later, the book would somehow find its way into the hands of a young brunette by the name of Sawada Tsunayoshi. When questioned about it by Jager, Bermuda would slowly glide his emerald eyes over the current eras Arcobaleno to the Sawada's Guardians then towards the brunettes allies and finally his 'civilian' friends- the brunette probably didn't even realize what he was doing.

Allowing a rare smile to appear on his face, Bermuda meets the Vindice's golden eyes.

"I already have you, Jager. What would I need a Harem for?"

"..."

" Jager, what are you doing with those chains?"

"..."

"Jager?" The Night Arcobaleno couldn't stop the worry from creeping in his voice as the other took a step forwards, a Slasher smile clear on the elder's face.

"Don't worry, Bermuda," Those golden eyes are all but shining with sadist intent- that set off every mental alarm within the younger's head- as his name is all but purred off the other's tongue, "It only hurts once."

"!"

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Without their Primo, Vongola falls in Bermuda's eyes- sometimes grazing against the Laws he defends but never quite crosses them- yet raises within the Mafias. Eventually, the emerald-eyed Chibi loses interest in the Famiglia that had once been a vigilant group meant to protect others.

As expected, Life moves on. Days turn into weeks, weeks into months and months into years. Yet no matter how much time passes the Cheeky Brat still seems to have time to sneak packages into his prison- Bermuda is all but certain Alejandro is aiding the brat.

Then comes the day where the letters- the writing while more elegant is also shakier than normal- from Sawada Ieyasu starts slows and eventually stops. So Bermuda does something he has not done in three long years; he leaves Vendicare and makes his way towards Namimori with the full intention of figuring out what was wrong with the brat.

When he finds Vongola Primo, he's no longer a cheeky brat but rather an old man lying on his Deathbed.

"Bermuda," Despite being shrouded in the darkness the other still manages to see him before offering the Night Arcobaleno a familiar cheeky smile, "Finally come to attend your Cuddle Session."

For a moment silence is the dying man's only answer before the Vindice Warden allows himself to float down onto the covers, the moment he's sitting arms are wrapped around him and that smile turns warm.

"I told G you wouldn't leave me here alone."

"You're dying."

A soft chuckle leaves the aged man yet that smile never lessons, "Not all of us can be toddlers forever."

"I suppose you're right or else humanity would have to find a new way to persist. Still, even if you are a cheeky brat it seems like such a waste to allow you to perish."

"Maybe it is," Ieyasu's smile is soft, "But it's still what I desire. I have been waiting for this for a long time Bermuda. I'm just glad you came to see me before I have to head off. "

"Oh?"

"I need one last favor from you. " There's a serious gleam in the man's eyes as he speaks catching Bermuda's full attention.

"And that is?"

"Stay with me. At least, just until I go to sleep," It obvious to both of them if he drifts into sleep now, Sawada Ieyasu will not wake again, "G ran to get a healer but I don't think he'll make it back in time and honestly, I'd rather not be alone."

"... Very well, Giotto."

Its two fifty-three in the morning when the man is once known as Giotto Vongola- now Sawada Ieyasu- finally drifts to sleep. His heart stops exactly thirty-three seconds later. Bermuda does not leave until Four when G finally returns with a healer. The redhead rushes up the stairs but the Night Arcobaleno is gone before either reaches the bedroom.

Sawada Ieyasu's Burial is held on a bright Sunday with not a cloud in the sky. Hundreds attended by only three- hidden within the shadows of a nearby tree- are completely unnoticed.

If later asked, G would wear he heard the soft rattling of chains and clothes only just as he was about to leave yet when he looked back no one appeared to be there; he would have dismissed it as hearing things had he not turned back to the grave only to find white lilies and black tulips resting innocently between freshly burning incenses.

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Since the first time since its founding, Vendicare had been overrun.

Normally this would have been a rather memorial moment- the prisoners likely would have been exceptionally proud- had Vendicare been overrun by a human or at least humanoid being and not a legion of eight-legged menaces.

A cowering prisoner screams as he cowers within a corner of a web filled hallway, an arachnid the size of a house, only feet away from his being; its pinchers openly widely to take that venomous bite only for it to become a splatter on both the prisoner and the wall behind him as a chain lashes out from the darkness. Moments later the bandaged form of a Vindice with steps into the light.

The Vendicare Record Books would soon gain a new entry- two in one day now wasn't that astonishing- as instead of fleeing the prisoner runs towards the dark-haired guard with what appeared to be a Vindice baby on its shoulder.

Jager needed a vacation- a long vacation preferably on the other side of the world with only himself and Lord Bermuda- least he ends up murder His Lord's other two Guardians... Well, that is if the colony of giant spiders- Acromantula if he recalled correctly- that had now made Vendicare their second home doesn't beat him to it.

What were those two idiots thinking to smuggle an egg into here?

Did they just think just one little spider was going to pop out and they could keep it hidden?

Knowing Jack, that was exactly what had happened, but that didn't explain why Alejandro had gone along with the redhead's madness. Mentally shaking his head, Jager dismisses the thoughts- for now- and focuses instead of the prisoner as His Lord quickly burns away the spider webs.

"Once this level is secure you shall be returned to your cell. Should you chose to leave it before the infestation has been dealt with, your Fate will be your own. We shall not save you twice."

It must be a day for miracles, Jager decides as for the first time since Vendicare was built a prisoner actually listened without having to be persuaded-coughBeatenHalfToDeathcough-beforehand.

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Chapter 12

"There are things worse than death."

"Oh, and what's that?"

"Try being a hormonal eighteen-year-old trapped within the body of an infant for hundreds of years."

"Kakaka! That's a good one."

"..."

"You're serious. What do the Gods have against you?"

"I wish I knew."

Bermuda could all but feel the dark calculating eyes upon his being as the Vindice Warden slowly ate from his place in Jager's lap. He knew Alejandro had something on his mind- one didn't need to be a Legilimens to see that- something that was obviously bothering the blue-haired man though Bermuda couldn't quite place a finger on what.

Jack had been rather well behaved- or as well behaved as Jack could be- recently and he had allowed Alejandro to keep one of the Acromantula- he couldn't be upset about the massacre of the rest of the colony, right?- so that couldn't be it. Bermuda supposed he could take a peek inside the other's mind to figure out what was bothering him but to be honest that always left the emerald-eyed Chibi feeling as though he cheating- of course when it came to weekly poker such thoughts didn't exist- on some personal test.

After all, they were His Guardians they should feel comfortable telling him anything.

Noticing the fork moving closer to his mouth- Jager insisted on hand feeding him for whatever reason. Bermuda was half certain it was to keep the other distracted from murdering Jack and Alejandro for their last stunt- The Night Arcobaleno opened his mouth and easily accepted the food.

"...Lord Bermuda, you are Jager seem rather close-"

Oh, was that it?

Honestly, did they think he would bite the other's head off for questioning their strange relationship? Swallowing his food- since Jager would personally beat the manners into him otherwise- the emerald-eyed Vindice Warden opened his mouth to explain another voice cut him off.

"We're married."

Jager couldn't help but feel a sense of sadist pleasure upon watching the blue-haired man choke upon his drink- He hoped the bastard choked for the amount of trouble he and the menace caused- as emerald eyes meet gold. Honestly, could Jager not have waited until after he was done eating? Now there was whiskey all in his food.

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"We should hide Bermuda in the cake. "

"What?" Two sets of voices spoke together as both Alejandro and Bermuda finally looked up from where they had been working out the surprise party's plans.

"What? It's not like we could put a woman in there and since he's technically married to him, I doubt Jager would mind."

"You are not baking me inside a cake, Jack." Bermuda allowed his voice to slip to deepen as the Night Arcobaleno placed down his quill and turned his head so it would appear he was looking at the redhead Vindice. One had to be firm when dealing with Jack's antics least the other find opportunities within 'accidental misunderstandings'.

"Why not?" Crimson eyes blinked innocently at the Vindice Warden, "Jager already wants to eat you."

"And he wants to kill you but you don't see me helping him along with it."

"Ah, but he won't want to kill me if you're waiting for him inside the cake."

"No, but I will."

After all, Cannibalism was against the Law. It would be a shame to have to lock Jager up- because apparently, Sadism had not been enough for the loyal man- because Jack decided he wished to aid the other in fulfilling unlawful desires. As for Jack....

Well there wouldn't be enough of the redhead to lock up should he actually attempt to cook him.

Later when word finds its way back to Jager, the emerald-eyed Chibi the least bit startled to find Jack has gone missing, though he does find it awkward- yet relieving- when the golden-eyed man does his best to prove he's not secretly a cannibal plotting to devour Bermuda every time he turns his back. At least now The Night Arcobaleno knew he didn't have to sleep with both eyes open anymore, though he still kept one:

Just in Case.

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Time has no meaning in Vindice care, if Bermuda is honest he can't quite recall the last time he set foot outside the darkened halls- ten maybe twenty years- then again it really didn't matter. Jager was more than capable of dealing with any Famiglia that set a toe out of line, though few were brave enough to do so-

"Lord Bermuda, there's been a change within Magical England. "

-unfortunately, the stupidly of Wizards far outweighed their survival instincts and was incurable.

"Speak, Jager."

The Mafia and the Wizarding should never mix as both suffered a superiority complex due to the belief that their 'gift' was the best. Just like it was rare to be born with both Flames and Magic it was even rarer for the two worlds to willingly mix and when they did, nothing but backstabbing, destruction, and death followed. Though he didn't voice it aloud, Bermuda was at the verge of making it a Law that the two worlds wouldn't be allowed to mix unless through the means of a being born with both Flames and Magic- he still owed Samuel Longbottom after all.

"The Magical called 'Unspeakables' have been kidnapping Flame Active children for experimentation. One of the children managed to escape and bring us solid proof. " And this here was a prime example why: If it wasn't the Estraneo Famiglia it was the Unspeakables. Bermuda and his Guardians took great pleasure in massacring and burning down both organizations every time he was given enough proper reason to.

"Jager, I believe I shall accompany you. There is a new Law that needs to be spread. "

And plenty of 'pure' blood just waiting to be spilled.

The bandages on Jager's face shift slightly as a Slasher Smile- matching the one the Night Arcobaleno himself is wearing- appears beneath them.

In a movement too quick for most human eyes to follow, Bermuda had usurped himself from his throne and onto his perch upon Jager's shoulder. The golden eye man doesn't so much as bat an eye as he opens a wormhole and though they have yet to enter both Vindice can hear the twisted lullaby of screams that fill the night air. It would appear the other Vindice have started without them.

That would not due.

Bermuda moves swiftly- disappearing from Jager's shoulder as the taller Vindice's chain finds its way around the nearest Unspeakable's throat- only to reappear a moment later, his hand piercing through an Unspeakable's chest. The bandages concealing his hands are crimson but the Night Arcobaleno pays its no mind as he rips his hand from the Unspeakable's chest and moves onto another victim.

Decades later, the night will be remembered as one of the bloodiest wizard massacres to take place in wizarding history.

Had anyone actually looked into their own history and studied the olden books, they would have discovered a recording of the night detailing the lack of survivors and a bloody message- a warning- left on the wall in the form of what would become a famous, unspoken Law. Despite their differences, the Magical World and the Mafia developed one similarity: Both feared the creatures that lurked within the darkness- that was always there, always watching, always waiting- dubbed The Vindice.

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"Jag* Hic *er"

A soft sigh left the golden-eyed man as he stared down at his drunken Lord-Whoever gave His Lord the alcohol will die a slow agonizing death- who had hidden within the lower levels of Vendicare. Thankfully His Lord had chosen an empty cell to hide in, but the cell block itself wasn't empty causing a multitude of eyes to watch the Vindice Jailor and the drunk Vindice Baby- Jager could feel the disapproval in serval of the horrified eyes as they attempted to burn a hole in his back.

"Lord Bermuda, what have I said about drinking anything Jack offers you?"

"*Hic* Dunno. wasn't listening. *Hic* Too busy watching Jack *Hic* mock you behind your *Hic* back."

Oh, was that so? Taking a breath, Jager forced down the urge to grab his chain and have it aid him in drilling the information into His Lord's head. It wouldn't do much good right now anyway. Still, he would be scheduling a Lesson the moment Lord Bermuda was sober and Jack was buried six feet under; preferably in a million microscopic pieces.

"That's alright, Lord Bermuda. I can teach you tomorrow."

The bandaged face seemed to glance up at him before His Lord's hopeful voice reached his ears, "Really?"

Well if he wasn't certain before that his Lord was drunk out of his mind, Jager was more then certain of it now. Still, he couldn't stop one of his famous smiles that Bermuda once claimed could 'send the Devil running back to hell' from forming.

"Really, Lord Bermuda. It'll be a nice long lesson."

Jager would swear he could see a smile forming beneath his Lord's bandages.

"Now, why don't I help you to bed? This cell surely can't be all that comfortable."

Stepping into the filthy cell, the golden-eyed man carefully lifted His Lord off the floor and cradled the toddler size Arcobaleno to his chest- to which the other instantly curled against with a slurred mumble of, "Night Jager."

"Goodnight Bermuda." Now, to get His Lord into a nice warm bed- After all, the sooner His Lord slept off the liquor the sooner he would be ready to attend his Lesson- so he could murder Jack.

Silently turning on heel, Jager opened a wormhole that would lead him straight towards His Lord's bedroom. The moment the Vindice was gone a whisper of utter horror filled the otherwise deathly silent Cell Block. "Gods have mercy, they're breeding."

Most of the prisoners would feel the urge to warm someone- anyone- yet it would never happen as none would ever leave the lower levels of Vendicare alive as every soul within that Cell Block held a Life Sentence.

The moment Jack sees Jager heading his way- a blazing inferno within that lone visible eye- the fiery Vindice attempts to make a run for it. He barely manages three steps before a chain as cutting through his legs, like a hot knife through butter, sending him crashing onto the marble floors.

Maybe spiking Bermuda's drink hadn't been the best idea, even if the other obviously needed help unwinding.

"N-now Jager, surely we can talk about this like reasonable people."

"We could," The Dark haired Vindice acknowledges and for a moment Jack could feel a sense of hope building in his chest, "But I'd much rather hear you scream."

Help.

Within the warmth of his blankets, Bermuda slept on obviously to the shrill screams that filled the halls of Vendicare and the dangers that awaited him when he finally woke. By time the Night Arcobaleno became aware of the danger, it would be too late.